[an affirming little sound as buzen stretches idly, as if trying to just remind himself of what it's like for all his limbs to work]
Well, you know - it's part of why I think it's nice for swords to have names. That's all I have. Buzen Gou, written in the records as a work of Gou no Yoshihiro. No diagrams, no blade - all of that's been lost to history... so my existence is more uncertain than other swords.
Matsu and some of the other Gous - they're in collections, and occasional out for public viewings. Me? Ah, humans lost track of me a long time ago.
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[an affirming little sound as buzen stretches idly, as if trying to just remind himself of what it's like for all his limbs to work]
Well, you know - it's part of why I think it's nice for swords to have names. That's all I have. Buzen Gou, written in the records as a work of Gou no Yoshihiro. No diagrams, no blade - all of that's been lost to history... so my existence is more uncertain than other swords.
Matsu and some of the other Gous - they're in collections, and occasional out for public viewings. Me? Ah, humans lost track of me a long time ago.
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[He can see why memory is so important, if one's physical body has already been lost to time.]
Is it that the more who remember, the stronger your presence is?
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Technically, no. If I'm lost, I'm lost. I don't think that memory will change how it actually manifests in this body.
[he places a hand over his heart.]
But it matters to me. I've decided that as long as someone remembers you, then you exist. So... that's what keeps me going, you know?
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I would appreciate that.